No, not spring Cleaning

It was a nice day, and an even nicer evening in the South, and Lyra was appreciative as she strolled through. For once, it wasn't raining and pouring , and it had been dry for a few days, leading to the mud going away somewhat, and her feeling clean for the first time in weeks. She knew it wouldn't last; it was fading into summer quickly, and with that, the summer rains, but she could appreciate the break while she had it. It was making things bloom again too, and the prey that had been hiding had crept out again, leading to days of good hunting as the creatures ventured out into easy sight.

Of course, hunting could still be good IN the rain too, but it was slightly more inconvenient. Much more nice to huddle in a nice, spacious den staying dry, though that was how she died of boredom. Unless it was a particularly lazy day for her, it was hard to just sit still and nap. Hunting, training, tracking - those were all time consuming activities that she needed to tire out her brain, though... eugh. Doing the same thing, day after day after day, was damned frustrating.

She paused in her stroll as some freshly flung dirt caught her eye, and she followed the trail, coming upon a packmate rather quickly, and she tilted her head to assess the small woman. "New den, eh? Need any help or anything for it?" She was bored, damnit; might as well socialize.